FOOD FIGHT 2014: Clean Up on Aisle...

In celebration of World Read Aloud Day this week, author, blogger, and fellow 12X12er, Marcie Colleen, presents the 2nd ANNUAL FOOD FIGHT through her blog The Write Routine.

I participated last year and it is a LOT of fun. 

The rules for stories:

1. Begin a story and post it on March 3rd (I'm squeaking in! Nothing like waiting till the last minute.)
2. Your story should have a clear setting and at least one clear character.
3. Write your story up to the moment where the food fight begins. THEN STOP.
4. Get creative!

Rules for Food Fighting Participation:

1. Add to my story (and others linked here) in the comments through March 7th.
• Comment on as many as you can! There will be a prize for MOST FOOD FLUNG.
2. Read the story and all the comments that precede yours.
3. Post your comment
• Your comment should build on and further the existing story.
• The story should read as written by one person from beginning to end.
• Your comment must include at least one word of onomatopoeia that has not already been used in the story (examples: SPLAT! SQUISH!) and one piece of food thrown.
4. You can comment more then once on a story, but you may not fight with yourself. Meaning you have to wait until someone comments after you to comment again. 

Over the weekend, I'll wrap the story up, nice and neat. Well hopefully not neat, but I will bring it to a close.

I decided to go with a rhyming story again. Is it amazing, perfect meter rhyme? Of course not, but it's fun. And I like fun. :) Try to keep your story additions (comments) in rhyme too.

I was inspired a bit by Fortunately, the Milk by Neil Gaiman so if a time-traveling dino shows up, he's been invited. Let's get it started!


Clean Up on Aisle...
The day started out just like any other, 
except on this day, we were without our mother.

She raced off like a speedster out in front of the pack,
roaring "pick us up some groceries before I make it back."

So a trip to the store was all that was planned,
though we never dreamt in anyway it'd get so out of hand.

The drive there was peaceful and parking there was too.
Inside all seemed normal, not a can was found askew.

"See here now Piper, Eli," dear Dad did declare,
but he turned the cart too swiftly sending peas up in the air.

That wasn't a problem, just a spill, nothing more.
Except at that moment a strange noise filled up the store.

There was chanting and yelling and hollering out.
"BATTLE STATIONS!" was heard clearly without any doubt.

Before Eli or I could think what we should do,
we were down by the cart. Dad said, "stay close you two!"

"Not way!" exclaimed Eli, "not here inside the mart!"
It seemed that spilling peas was only just the start.

Before we could plan, or make a quick escape...